This is a song about "Speaking of food lets get high"

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Motherfucker i'm spitting, its a whole new way of speaking.

Okay bitch lets get this show

Although thought that we would grow

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Didn't talk for months/ hid food because i couldn't get

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Cuz if i get high of that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is grass!!!

Got shows on top of shows

Lets get high kill these lows

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

Lets creep, lets greet whilst debts wean into depths of seas,

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Birds in the sky fluttered with their high numbers in search of food